The Island
by Evan Pierce
We could hear the cry of a wolf. We knew it was a wolf by the long, howling cry it was making. We were starnded on an island a thousand miles from home.We wetre on our way to holidaying in North America when the boat we were on sank. Five of us swam to shore. We mad a camp straight away and got a fire going.
It wasn't long before night came and all the noises on the island began. Whenthe morning came we walked. We walked all aound the island. Survival would be tough, but we knew if we wnated to see our homes again we would have to be brave and tough. There could be a jungle on the island with many creatures and many adventures to share with you...
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